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Oedipus on a Pale Horse |
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Since the age of nineteen when I first encountered
Greek myths, I wanted to visit the land of King Oedipus, but the
possibility always seemed remote until recently when I lost my job and
found myself with unlimited free time. My purpose in going was to bring
myself closer to the myths of our civilization, to grasp a deeper
understanding of the forces working within our society. According to
Thornton Wilder:
... myth-making is one of the means whereby the generalized truths of human knowledge finds expression and particularly the disavowed impulses of the mind escape the ‘censor’ of acquired social control and find their way into indirect confession. Myths constitute the dreaming subconscious soul of the race telling its story.[1] In the same spirit, I was building a personal mythology that I hoped would lead to a recognition and deeper understanding of the truths of my own life. I wanted to use the Greek myths as a catalyst to precipitate truth from confrontation. I went alone to Greece to confront myself with the ruins of my own past. This is the story of what happened on that journey. |
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